Well, so says Inspector Green:
- The Thin Green Line: Inspector Green tackles pilates (sfgate.com)
(Hat tip: Coyote Blog)
That headline alone should make my point. One of us — either me, or the reporter — is living in a happy-assed bullshit fantasy, and I’m willing to bet it’s not me. Let me quote from this fragrant pond of fertilizer:
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the heavy, and often unnecessary, energy use of many fitness clubs. Perhaps some of you who prefer pilates to conventional gym-going had a moment of righteousness: After all, pilates doesn’t focus on cardiovascular exercise, and often takes place in studios that evoke the same chemical-free, clean living as a yoga studio.
But after I rolled over a stability ball at my gym the other day and caught a big rubbery whiff of what I’ve learned is the smell of phthalates, I decided to look into the purity of the pilates toolbox, particularly products made by SPRI, which seems to have cornered the S.F. market.
Wait for it… wait – for – it – – – !
Listen. Children. If you want an ecologically viable and sustainable form of exercise, lace up your fucking boots and go outside and run. If the weather outside will literally kill you — and by “literally” I do mean “literally”, not “figuratively” — then by all means stay inside, but spend your time shadow-boxing rather than wolfing down a quart of Haagen-Dazs and moaning about how you don’t have a fucking Bosu stability trainer.
And while I’m on the subject of cataclysmically misplaced priorities: I am not rightly able to apprehend the level of self-indulgent sanctimonious ignorance that compels a supposedly environmentalist journalist to wade through several days’ worth of news about the federal fucking government propping up a pair of car companies who’ve built their meager attempts at profitability upon evading CAFE standards and conclude that the most pressing issue upon which s/h/it should report is phthalates in gym equipment.
-*headdesk*-
Blunt Object 
Every time I meet one of these idiots I’m sorely tempted to smack ’em. These dolts are so self-absorbed they can no longer separate fact from reality.
Thoughts like ”often takes place in studios that evoke the same chemical-free, clean living as a yoga studio” just make me want to puke.
Guess what? The world ‘aint like a freaking yoga studio! Get used to it!
It just occurred to me that if these dipshits really want an environment that’s as “clean and chemical-free” as we can find, I’d gladly pay higher taxes to shoot ’em all into space.
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I have misappropriated your photo in this post. I have no idea where I’ll use it (but I will give due credit). Just because i thought it was high-larious.
Love the poster.
It’s hard to decide whether an “environmental reporter” is more hopelessly biased or scientifically ignorant.
Hey, why should we have to choose? How about a twofer?!
Larry: You’re welcome to it. I found it floating around the net somewhere; I’d say failblog.org but it doesn’t have the right watermark.
Borepatch: Why limit ourselves to environmental reporters?
Not only am I stealing that poster, I’m stealing Larry’s excuse for doing so!
And as for this “reporter”, what the hell are phthalates, why should I care, and why doesn’t he find out where his testicles are and get a real job?
Remember, it’s not about reality, it’s about how I FEEL. These are the same jokers that demand alternative energy sources, but when you finally put up the freakin’ propellor farm, they won’t let you run the high-tension wires to actually get the electricity anywhere. Because of teh environment.
I don’t know why we keep listening to these dorks.
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